Hair-Trigger Songtext

von Protest the Hero

That sweet little red-head's got her hooks in my back
She points her finger and she shows me what I lack
Her pale skin, it burns so hard in the midnight air
She paints the streets a shade of grey around my chair, so come on in

Her heartbreak on my skin and her scent on my fingers
Her taste is on my mind, it constantly lingers
'til I can breathe her, 'til I can believe her
'til I can breathe her, 'til I can leave her.
Every kiss is a little sickening
I can feal dead fingers quickening
Tightening my passageways
If you can't count the years start counting down.
Try to remember that she hates you
And though she might elate you,
She tries to kill the great thats in you now
And shes happening to the fate that awaits you now
And despite her words, its not too late
I wrote a Goddamn love song to praise everything I hate
And kids were wanting the chorus line,
And assailed my pictures frame
She might run shit for right now but Ill be damned if its forever and always
As the chorus-line fades away like friends in high-school, always
Oh, I got this feeling
And things will never, ever, ever be the same
Things will never be the same
What about those rainy nights in London?
What about the crippling desert heat?
What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me?
What about the hospital in L.A.?
You took me back after that night
What about that blackened image in my mind?
I swear I burn with a new light
What about that (frozen, dripping, holiday burn) thats cold
Shes cold as ice!